Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge November 6, 2018

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challengesthat can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt:

Here are 3 words to spark your imagination for a piece of poetry. BUT, you CANNOT USE these 3 words in the poem. What images, feelings, emotions do they conjure up for you? Good luck!

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Fall fog
blanketed my mind
leaves rustled memories
I thought long secreted away
in a heart shaped treasure chest
where only you and I
held keys
your voice resounded
from every corner
of the dark
a sound sweet and pure
with the melody
I still love you
kissed from your lips
to mine

Sometimes I wish I never opened that parcel that mom gave me for Halloween.

So, I was glad to see the way it was on Sunday. It was gray and cold all day. The wind was cold. It shook the trailer and scratched the branch of the dead cottonwood back and forth across the window. There was a little snow slanting across the road between us and Dowd Waskewitz’s trailer. Then at night when I opened the door, it was still with the stars speckled in the sky. My breath was a cloud. I could hear someone chopping wood clear over by the school. It came clear and sharp without echoes.

I opened the door because I thought about putting on the goat and going out. It was like something was calling me to put it on. So I was both glad and not glad that it was too cold. Even with how warm the goat was, I’m not a person who likes walking around in the cold. So it was a good thing it was a gray, windy day that turned colder at night.

Last night I said I wasn’t going to put it on again, not even next Halloween. It was a Halloween costume. I shouldn’t have worn it last night to the Sadie Hawkins bonfire. After what happened last night I told myself I shouldn’t have worn it, and I wasn’t going to any more. When I hung it up in the closet, I told it I wasn’t going to any more. Last night I was going to put it away. So on Sunday, I was glad it was too cold.
But all night, watching TV with mom, I kept thinking about the goat. And I didn’t get much sleep with the goat hanging in the closet and me thinking about it and about last night after the bonfire. I was happy I did not put it on. But I thought about it a lot and about last night and about O.D.s Pontiac doing the back seat Rock and Roll while I let air out of his tire.

When I went to sleep, I dreamed about being the goat. I dreamed about leaving goat footed prints in the snow. I saw a girl walking in the snow and went to help her, but when I left her she was just a shadow under the trees. I dreamed of looking into a pond of water and seeing the goat, and it wasn’t me any more at all.

The whooshing brushed my cheeks
As I stepped out of the door
I looked up and
The sky was a light charcoal color
The sound of the rushing air
Bounced off the mountains
Bending the trees to the ground
Whirling my hair about my head
As I tried to cover my ears from
The shrieking and banging
That seemed to leave a
Never ending ringing in my ears

the silvery clouds
go for a walk
falling
over one another
the anemic leaves rustled
and whispered
to
the wayward breeze
“I will follow you everywhere!”
while others ran
to find shelter
my ears reflected
a symphony of love

Really good poem. I love the imagery. I love the last part; “the wayward breeze “I will follow you everywhere!” While others ran to find shelter my ears reflected a symphony of love” the wind blew love to the right recipient. Perfectly written. 🙂

I was thinking about Veteran’s Day and “gray” and “wind” reminded me of battlefields. “Echoes” made me think of prayers and communication between soldiers and their families. This is what it produced.Letters from Home

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